After Yao Chen left, quite a few others came to visit in succession, including Xiao Zhan, who had originally been enjoying his retirement. Upon suddenly learning that he had another grandson, he was naturally overjoyed.
By comparison, Xiao Ding and Xiao Li could no longer have it easy.
Xiao Xiao could perhaps be called an accident, but now there was even a second child, while the eldest and second brothers still had no news at all. No matter how one put it, that was rather indefensible.
Xiao Yan also chimed in from the side, thinking that his eldest and second brothers should be getting anxious by now.
After that came Yao Dan, the Clan Leader of the Yao Clan, who had ascended from Jian Mu, along with Yao Wan's birth parents. They were naturally especially delighted by the arrival of a new descendant.
In contrast, Xiao Se was awake only rarely. Only when things became overly noisy would he open his hazy eyes, briefly gazing with those dusky yellow eyes clearly inherited from his parents at the people surrounding him and talking nonstop, before quickly falling asleep again.
Yet during those brief moments of wakefulness, those twilight-colored eyes could not help but linger a little longer on the young man who held him in his arms most of the time, and on the woman who always remained nearby without approaching.
Even to him, newly born and still ignorant of the world, these two people seemed especially unusual.
Within the waves of unfamiliar yet familiar syllables that filled these brief days were two beings called "father" and "mother."
And so Xiao Se fell asleep again, his slightly narrowed dusky eyes closing once more.
A month passed. After seeing off several elders, the others no longer needed to be received as